A few lines of lament
because we miss her, dammit!
No laughs at her soul filled sass
No pics of her awesome ass.
No one to keep us at pace.
No questions about her pretty face.
No lessons on keeping a pussy shining
No patience for childish whining.
No pics of her pretty toes
Or stomping on petty hoes.
Just these simple heart felt rythmes
And a longing to hear
"Boy, you better wash it 3 times!"